If only there was a map to find your dreams. Maybe, there is. I’m told that it’s an inner journey, though.
Lillie McFerrin posts a “Five Sentence Fiction” prompt.
This week it is: Maps
I Know a Place Where Dreams Are Born
I don’t understand, Margaret, because Peter said that we should make a left at the brightest star in the Hersitua Vernakular, and then gently glide the bike down the Franguna Pangia into the soft grains of sand of the smaller western Cheristium Lake.
Well, Margaret, here we are, and the map shows we did everything just like he told us.
He promised that this would be a place where our dreams would be born, didn’t he Margaret?
Uh-oh, Margaret, it seems I’m holding the map upside-down.
Wendy, look, here in the legend on the bottom, it says “To realize your true dreams, remember that it’s not on any chart, you must find it with your heart.”